I vote twice, once at work and once at home.
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I love that, with the exception of Dana White, who I had to Google to find out he is a wrestler
Dana White is not a wrestler; he is the head of UFC, the primary mixed martial arts organization in the US. He's a total crazy person megalomaniac but not related to professional wrestling.
Excellent squash recipe that actually is way more delicious than it sounds: [link]
I have had two questions tonight where if you Googled, the answer was the top hit. Stuff like, what was Professor X's PhD title (top hit: Professor X's CV). Kids today!
Bob told me today he so wished he could use "Let Me Google That For You" for his students. Like the one who emailed today to find out the email address of another professor. Who has a unique name. Whose email address is in the first google result.
Good to see your pixels, Nilly!
I almost wish you'd offend me one year so I'd get forgive you. Alas, yet again, it is not to be.
Dana White is not a wrestler; he is the head of UFC, the primary mixed martial arts organization in the US. He's a total crazy person megalomaniac but not related to professional wrestling.
See, I totally didn't know who he was.
It is really, really hard for me to imagine Nilly offending anyone. The only thing you need to atone for is not being around more, darling!
Hi Nilly!
bon, that sounds delicious.
Nilly, you still haven't offended me. Better luck next yea.
Got sad news today. Whitefonting for sad:
One of our former students died last month. He was at church camp and left his hiking group. They thought he headed back to the camp, but he got lost, and so it was several hours before they realized he was missing. He got lost on the 3rd and they found his body on the 6th. It was in the 100s all that week; 109 on the day he went missing. He died from the heat and dehydration. His name was Moses; his mother, Mary, was one of our good friends from years ago in Kansas. We knew Moses when he was a laughing, bright eyed preteen. He was only 20 when he died.
I almost wish you'd offend me one year so I'd get forgive you. Alas, yet again, it is not to be.
Nilly offends me by not living closer and hanging out with me more. I forgive her for that every year.
Oh man, Liese. Poor Moses and Poor Mary. I am so so sorry.
Oh, Liese, I'm so sorry.